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Goodbye Marybeth

Marybeth, my little sister, the baby of the family. A wild blonde, just like her mom, She had to have her candy! From weed to perks, triple two-ees and ludes Marybeth and Judy were always stewed. That was in high school, and a few years before They both settled down like the girl next door. A husband and children just like Karen and Kate But mom never met them She had them too late. Spent time with her dad, she loved him to death, He hated her husband, She was his Marybeth! She shared all her secrets and turned him against The man that she married - it didn't make sense. Mare landed a job with the Kromberger clan They loved her like family; maybe more than... Her life was too short, her children too young To lose their dear mother, God, what have You done? She paid all her dues with the pain she endured For the past seven years with no hope for a cure. Being blind was another effect of the coma And a few years went by before carcinoma Eating food from a cup was humbling for sure, But Mare always kept some humor in store Her wish when she left us, was for us not to cry Remember the good times, and stop asking why. Her time was her time and we'll all have our day For leaving this life, for slipping away Our guardian angels are right by our sides They take our hand gently along with our Guides And cross us to where we no longer need The pain and the suffering to which we agreed. There's always a reason, for the things of today We can't see the big picture, Faith asks us to pray. One fact is for sure, we all have a Life Purpose It's always much deeper than what's seen on the surface Marybeth's purpose included us all I'm grateful for that, but what the heck was it for? Someday I'll look back, probably next New Years Eve. A year will have passed, I'll still not have grieved. The hard part for me is the 'wanting' to leave. Tired of living? I just can't conceive. Watch what you 'give,' you will surely receive Exactly the same as your intention conceived. It may have been wrapped in beautiful gold Expecting more thanks than the newspaper-rolled. Giving without expectations in mind Is the secret of leaving this world behind. Then we get to stay and see what makes us tick We don't judge, we don't talk, just observe Don't get sick. It's not personal. Whew.... Love you Mare, See you there.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 12/29/2009 4:28:00 PM
sad yet wonderful, I see that she is with her sister now, I am so sorry for your loss and the pain you are going through. The holidas are a hard time to endure. Draw close to your family to get you through it.
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Date: 6/11/2009 6:36:00 AM
this is a beautiful writeand tribute to your sister. i loved it.
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Date: 6/7/2009 11:04:00 AM
No tears here! Nope, not a one. Well... maybe one... OKAY, I'm bawling my eyes out! Seriously… This should speak to us all... How precious we are to one another and why we should respect ourselves, as well as others. God don’t make no trash and He has given us everything to make ourselves happy. Why do we use it to do exactly the opposite!?... Thanks for yet another <><
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Date: 4/20/2009 12:23:00 AM
A sad tribute to your sister...Raul
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Date: 1/3/2009 10:24:00 AM
Sad. Sometimes you just have to wonder why. Wishing you well with happiness and success in 2009. God Bless. Vince
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Date: 1/1/2009 3:15:00 PM
Karen - WOW - What a wonderful tribute to your sister Marybeth - Broke me down into tears and chocked me up is what it did - I find it amazing the things we are able to endure - You have immortalized a very strong and brave person - I'm so sorry for all the pain you all had to endure with her - This poem just cracked my heart into - Amazing open deep beautiful strong powerful Poetry - WOW - Got my tears flowing with this one - so very touching - God Bless, MJ
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